There was a mud bath—hard pass—and a sauna—harder pass—in one room. Three massage tables in another.
A bedroom with a gigantic bed across from a large TV in a third.
A luxurious bathroom with a big jacuzzi tub and a bigger shower in a fourth.
My eyes landed on the towels first.
Fuck, I wanted to dry off, but they were clean and I was not.
“Go take a shower,” Kyle said, waving me toward the bathroom. “We’ll finish the tour and wait our turns.”
“All there is left is a kitchen and small dining area,” the woman said pleasantly. “It’s not a problem to show Erin the way afterward.”
“Thank you.” Though my words were for her, my eyes were on Kyle.
I needed it.
Badly.
I’d shower fast, so they weren’t waiting too long.
He dipped his head, and was still grinning when I shut the bathroom door behind me.
I ignored the hell out of the mirror, not wanting to see what I looked like. I didn’t need it to know I looked like shit.
My sports bra, t-shirt, and running shorts were on the floor in a heartbeat, and I stepped beneath the falling water without waiting for it to warm up.
It heated quickly, and I fought a groan when I finally soaped up my hair and scrubbed the sand off my body.
Blissful.
It was blissful.
Though I enjoyed it, I really wanted to be dry, so I didn’t stay in any longer than the time it took to get clean.
Stepping out, I couldn’t suppress my groan when I wrapped myself in the towel.
The water was finally leaving my skin.
Finally.
I felt so good when I was done drying off, my hair up in a towel, that I almost cried.
Maybe I should chop my hair off before I went back into the game.
Did the spa have scissors anywhere?
I’d have to ask. Long hair was shit in constant rain. It dripped on me even more than the trees.
Anyway, there were three folded piles of clothing on the countertops, each with a nametag label over the top.
My fingers skimmed the fabric of mine.
A gray cotton underwear set, and a matching robe.
Perfect.
I pulled them on without hesitation, the dry fabric feeling luxurious on my skin.